Fishing in an Ocean

It's hard to explain why I wrote this one ... If you ask.. you'll get a *shrug*, a *smile* and a *wink*. Some of my friends may know what I mean...some of my work colleagues may also understand something out of this... but maybe none completely. See... I never literally swam in the ocean :)

Really, whoever says the Ocean is a safe place to be,
Must either be wanderer or a prisoner set free!

Deep at the abyss, are the colours and corals
But beneath the pressure, we justify the laurels...

At the surface, float the green algae and weeds
But do we stay afloat, for their parasitic needs?

The little fish stick together, family calling
Stubbornly en route, with inflexibility appalling !

The big fish are out to kill, with a tooth or tail
Quick to bite, quick to win the death of the frail.

A whale does survive, by his mere might and size,
Yet men hunt to spear through a Moby who tries.

The oysters and clams hide themselves bashfully,
Claiming of a pearly glow, that we seek so hopefully.

The Octopus and Squid swish their limbs around,
Slimy and dark, suckers on a prey that they found!

The sting ray or a jelly fish with an umbrella wide,
If sought shelter under, poisons pinch your inside!

Insignificant in comparison, to it's vastness I bond
I started out here finding my Nemo, my darling, my pride,
And whoever says there are other fish in the pond,
May take a cruise in this darkness or go take a ride!

Nominated poem....

This poem was nominated poem of 2005 for the best poem, written by an
African kid.........amazing thought!!!



When I born, I Black, When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black, When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black, And when I die, I still black..
And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink, When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red, When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow, When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..
And you calling me Colored ?

ನನನ್ ಪ್ರಿಯತಮ

ಒಮ್ಮೆ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಉಕ್ಕಿಸುವ
Omme nanna manassannu ukkisuva
ತುಮ್ಬು ನಗೆಯ ಪೂರ್ನ ಚನ್ದ್ರಮನಾದ್ರೆ
thumbu nageya poorna chandramanaadhare

ಮತೊಮ್ಮೆ ದಿಕ್ಕೆಡಿಸಿ ಕನ್ಗಾಲು ಮಾಡುವ
Mathomme dhikkedisi kangaalu maaduva
ಅವಿತು ಕೂತ ಅಮಾವಾಸ್ಯಯ ಚನ್ದ್ರ
avithu kootha amavasyaya cnahdra

ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ಒಲವ ಸೂಸುವ
Kelovomme olva soosuva
ಮ್ರುದು ನಗೆಯ ಅರ್ಧ ಚನ್ದ್ರನಾದ್ರೆ
mrudhu nageya ardha chandra

ಮತೊಮ್ಮೆ ನನ್ನನ್ನೆ ಅಣ್ಕಿಸುವ
Mathomme nanna anakisuva
ತುನ್ಟ್ತನದ ವಕ್ರಮುಖಿ ಚನ್ದ್ರ
thuntathanadha vakramukhi chandra

ಅನ್ಗಳದ ನೀರಿನಲಿಲ್ ನಿನ್ನ ಬಿಮ್ಬವನ್ನೀ
Angaladha neerinalli ninna bimbavanne
ಹುಡುಕಿ ದಿಟ್ಟಿಸುತಿರುವ,.. ನಿನ್ನ ಉತತ್ರಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾದಿರುವ ...
huduki dhittisuthiruva,.. ninna utharakke kaadhiruve

ನಿನ್ನ ಈ ರೂಪಾನ್ತರಗಳೆಲಾಲ್ ಮಿಥ್ಯವೀ?
Ninna ee roopanthagalella mithyave?
ನನ್ನ ಹುಚ್ಚು ಮನ್ಸ್ಸಿನ ಭಾನ್ತಿಯೀ ??
ninna huchchu manassina bhraanthiye ??

- for Spoorthy

Red Ribbons...

March 8th is women's day. To some of us it means lunches , dinners, greeting friends and colleagues in the spirit of being special.

But to most women in our country, it's just another day...

As India's poised ... here's a message,

Waking up today, to the early sun rays,
To a new day and a brand new phase !
To the brightness hurting my eye,
While on my luxurious stretch, I lie.
A face comes up, against the light,
Not quite to my laziness' delight.
As I try and focus on the figuration,
I see a little girl, in the formation,
As a softly calling halo-ed silhouette,
Unkempt hair shining and hands held out.
Overcoming the lethargy and slumber,
Careful not to scare,I stand behind her.
I Kneel down till our shoulders align,
And turn her around, her face to mine.
And how the sun rays spark up her eyes,
Compelling us to strengthen our ties...
I feel, the brilliance needs to strike,
And tread the paths to happiness alike,
A boy, a brother, another who plays free,
I want her to see what she is meant to be!
I wash her up, fresh like the day begun,
Make two braids each held by a red ribbon.
On her white top, drape the blue pinafore,
As she wears one, hand her a second slipper.
And give her a bag, a pencil and a book,
I show her a path that few girls ever took...
Heading towards the sun and the glowing beams
On a runway of knowledge to a flight of dreams !